Dreams with Sharp Teeth, a documentary from Los Angeles, showed up on a reshelving cart at the library this afternoon. I couldn't keep my sticky fingers from grabbing it any more quickly (does that make logical sense?) and then sliding it--hopefully not for its last time--through the automated checkout lasers. Once home, I racked the multi-hued platter into a handy ps2 and centered the selector on "play" for an initial run-through.

Great news. Unlike the nicked disc of Death Proof which froze up last night in the middle of some interesting worn-print effects, this talky biography played right through. It still has a surface like new glass, fresh and unscratched purity such as one rarely encounters in library media materials.